You may look up to the skies
Only to find but the clouds
Spinning endlessly from person to person
Though up to no avail but unwanted help
Digging deep down the earth with all hope
Nothing to discover but the old lying bed rock
... Where could it be? you ask
Could it have been hidden on an island
Not during this age you would have found it
Could it be that it is at high seas
There exist only the great whirlpools
It could not have been hidden so far
Not at an uninhabited place...
You have not searched hard enough
It could be in your very pocket
Or even in your hand but no it is not
Look deep within yourself in a corner
Kingly enshrined your answers
Such a relief, it is right down
In your very own heart
Reach our to it.
02.08.06
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